After several fierce sounds of the horn sounding like the roaring of some kind of monstrous wild boar, the car waited three minutes for a servant to run outside, pull the iron gate wide open, and let the car slowly into the yard.

Who's got some freshly ripe fruit?Smellin' the delicious aroma carried by the wind.Evening leaves were sleepin' cavalierlyJust to rise awoken with tomorrow's jubilant sunshine.Hidden, yellowish and fragrant, under those thorny husksBig bundles of flesh, just like pleasant honey.Please join the party, everybody"One's sorrow" (durian) turns out to be all's joy.